Blue Hunnids

Slidin round the city Lil pretty bitch in my two seater My outfit by Ricky, my chain out the freezer My fragrance Byredo, Im selling like reefer They ain't having motion they follow the leader Tipping the strippers eating chicken at Cheetah Marni my slippers hope I don't see PETA Money plus motion you know what that equal Lets do the math My necklace and pendant been taking a bath Hitting in the dark aint no need for the flash Yeah if these niggas drip then I splash No better feeling then thumbing that cash yea Im tryna count up some new money daily Aint stepping foot on that stage til they pay me Im having so many racks gotta hold them in both of my arms like I'm rocking a baby No better felling then thumbing that money Black rubber bands wrapped around them blue hundreds I know all my haters bout sick to they stomach Like damn he still popping it Hate that im having and im having confidence Aint a flyer nigga on this continent Yea they hate it but they can't stop watching it Playing with that paper its never the opposite yea No better felling then thumbing that money Black rubber bands wrapped around them blue hundreds I know all my haters bout sick to they stomach Like damn that boy still having motion Pockets full of that bread and my toaster I been staying down and staying focused Stack them racks up until I can't fold it Oh they hating on me I aint even notice Cuz I just thumbed through a lil twenty ball Remember when I was the underdog Ima pick up whenever that money call I made them racks do a summersault Flyer then a bitch, putting on that shit Ima round trip you a one way And before I get into my fit My diamonds hitting in this bitch like Gervonta In the Roc Nation brunch got my loafers from Prada But I got the suit from Givenchy Bitch im big pimping like Bun-B And my trap jumping like bungee I been popping my shit since my birth Prolly the freshest nigga on this earth, facts The way I been sliding in that cat I'll prolly make a SRT squirt yea No better felling then thumbing that money Black rubber bands wrapped around them blue hundreds I know all my haters bout sick to they stomach Like damn he still popping it Hate that im having and im having confidence Aint a flyer nigga on this continent Yea they hate it but they can't stop watching it Playing with that paper its never the opposite yea No better felling then thumbing that money Black rubber bands wrapped around them blue hundreds I know all my haters bout sick to they stomach Like damn that boy still having motion Pockets full of that bread and my toaster I been staying down and staying focused Stack them racks up until I can't fold it Oh they hating on me I aint even notice